May 28, 2009 01:03
I do not feel mischievous today.
Actually, rather simple.
And I know, I know I haven't forgotten.
The Summer combines that harvest our sickened minds.
That pluck, ton by ton, our twisted little secrets
which we had planted so neatly in our irrigated fields.
And in my wisest wisdom, I know
I know that even though I have lost myself, I will always remember.